Roxxane's POV
I don't understand why Canan's been avoiding me lately. Whatever. I've got bigger things to deal with right now. Like finding that damn book I borrowed from the library. I need to return it, maybe grab another one—anything to keep my mind busy. I can't just sit here all day drowning in my own thoughts. That s**t needs to stop, and I'm the only one who can make it stop.
I tear through the whole room looking for this book. Finally spot it on Canan's desk. I reach for it, grab it—and then an old picture slips off the table and hits the floor. I'm about to ignore it, but something makes me look closer.
Ronan's face. Ronan's picture. What the f**k is he doing with—
I pick it up. That's when I realize it's not just Ronan. It's Ronan and me. Together. The memory hits me like a f
